[24] The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, [25] Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. [26] They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey. [27] If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [28] I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent. [29] If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? [30] If I wash snow water, and make my hands so clean; [31] Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor [32] For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment. [33] Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both. [34] his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify